He was the only one there who wasn't interested in me, because I was mostly a girl and he only liked boys. He seemed to like my dad a lot, even though...I told him Daddy wasn't queer. All the guys ignored him since they were pretty much only into girls, so Gary pouted a lot and sat in a corner reading magazines mostly, or doing his nails ... It was kinda funny. I never really liked draq queens either, they sorta weirded me out, you know?"Are you okay, Ashley?" Daddy asked and I nodded."She's. I laid my clothes out on the lounge chair and walked slowly back to the other side of the pool where everyone else was. I made sure the click click click of my heels was very slow and very feminine. As I got back near the tables and the entrance to the house, I slowed and was going to sit down but then I thought I’d go inside to the kitchen where Nadine was. I stopped for a brief second to take a final drag of my cigarette, exhaled while putting it out right in front of the two men and walked. She had a sheltered childhood and this was way, way out of her comfort zone. No, she thought, her friends had done this several times. Let’s do this, she told herself.A well dressed woman answered the door.“Oh, I … sorry, I must have …”“Jennifer?”“Why, yes, I wasn’t expecting ...”“A woman, I know. It’s fine. Please come in, dear.”As the door closed, a fifty-something gentleman stood up from a wingback chair with a glass in his hand. He wore a white dress shirt, open at the collar. His dress. Aunt Pearl pointed to the front of my jeans. “Chop-chop, Michael,” she added. “Strip off. Let’s get you bare.”Galvanised, I hopped around while hauling off my trainers and socks. Next, I pulled the tee-shirt over my head, Aunt Pearl’s fingers on the jean buttons and flies. When I threw the tee-shirt aside, my aunt hauled my jeans down to my knees, boxer shorts going with them, her cry of delight issuing forth when my cock sprang up, proud and erect.“God,” Aunt Pearl breathed, “somebody’s.